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“Those body bags…”

"It's not made for our people."

The words fell.

He ignored the completely petrified people behind him, lifted the curtain, and walked out.

……

Inside and outside the command post, a silent web of hundreds of gazes intertwined.

At the outermost edge of the defensive line, the soldiers belonging to the Ground Self-Defense Force stared at this absurd scene through their cold masks with eyes full of astonishment and incomprehension.

Their duty is to blockade, to maintain order, and to build the last barrier of the mortal world with steel and fire.

But now, what do they see?

A man dressed in a suit, who looks even more handsome than an idol star, is unarmed and leisurely walking toward the entrance to hell that even tank shells cannot shake.

Meanwhile, the CCG investigators, who should have been experts and were legendary elites who fought monsters, remained motionless as if they had been collectively frozen in place.

"...Who is that person? A secret weapon of the CCG?"

"Are you kidding me? He didn't even bring a quinque!"

"Has the command center gone mad? Why didn't they stop him?!"

Whispers rose in a suppressed voice over the communication channel, only to be quickly silenced by the squad leader's reprimand.

But doubts had spread like a virus in the minds of all the soldiers.

They could only grip the cold assault rifles in their hands, forcibly suppressing the shock and bewilderment that had overturned their worldviews, turning it into an even heavier silence.

Within this wall of silence built by mortals lies an even more despairing stillness.

An eerie, suffocating silence fell over the scene.

Hundreds of seasoned investigators stood there, motionless.

Their brains were being torn apart by two completely opposite commands.

Nobody knows what to do.

They could only watch helplessly as that lonely figure drew ever closer to hell, like a group of puppets whose pause button had been pressed.

Under everyone's gaze, Lynn stood alone, empty-handed.

He took a step.

step.

Another step.

Without the slightest hesitation, he calmly walked towards the prison gate, which resembled the entrance to hell and constantly spewed out despair and death.

"...Hehe..."

"Hehehehe... Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

A nervous, suppressed laugh, tinged with ecstasy, shattered the deathly silence.

It was Mado Kureo.

His sickly eyes were fixed on Lynn's back, his face displaying a twisted, intoxicated look as if he were witnessing a miracle.

"Yamon-kun, look...look!"

He murmured in a trembling voice to Amon Kotaro, whose face was solemn and whose hands were already gripping the quinque box.

"Abandon weapons, abandon comrades, abandon defense..."

"Discard all these burdens that are... to him!"

He took a deep breath, as if savoring the finest wine, his voice becoming even sharper with excitement.

"Using only the purest flesh and blood, to confront the deepest, most primal darkness..."

"This is not arrogance, Amon-kun, this is a declaration!"

"It is through its very existence that it declares to the entire hell—you are unworthy!"

"Ah...it's so beautiful..."

Mado Kureo let out a satisfied sigh.

"This is the most perfect art of 'suppression'!"

"It is the ultimate form of violence and philosophy!"

Before he could finish speaking, amidst Amon Kotaro's shocked and speechless cry of "Mr. Mado!", he suddenly sprang to his feet!

His body tore through the air as he rushed out without regard for anything else!

Like a most fervent believer, he was desperate to seize the most dangerous, blood-and-fire VIP seat where he could enjoy this "artistic feast" up close!

Mado Kureo's unauthorized actions were like a resounding slap in the face, completely waking up Marutei, who was still struggling with his inner conflict.

He watched the figure frantically chasing after him.

I looked again at that composed figure whose pace and rhythm hadn't changed at all.

The last line of defense that Marude Sai had built in his heart, called "rationality," completely collapsed.

Even the most fanatical bastard in the CCG chose to believe without hesitation...

Then what the hell is there to hesitate about!

"Oh shit!"

Marutei let out a low, beast-like growl.

He snatched the communicator from his adjutant, switched to a separate short-range channel, and roared at all the investigators present.

"Stop standing there like you idiots!"

"I (Qian Nuohao) don't care what kind of nonsensical orders you heard before!"

"Now, listen to me!"

He paused for a moment, his chest heaving violently.

Finally, he squeezed out those words, one by one, through his teeth, each word tinged with blood.

"We...follow them!"

This order caused an immediate uproar among the hundreds of investigators present.

Especially the young investigators who had just graduated from the academy, their faces were filled with confusion and fear.

"Follow...follow them? But wasn't Special Envoy Marute's original plan..."

"Shut up! Do you want to disobey orders?!"

The veteran next to him grabbed his shoulder, and in his bloodshot eyes, the fear from before was gone, replaced by a kind of madness called "acceptance of fate"!

As if hearing their commotion, Marude Sai roared into the communicator again, this time clearly defining the essence of this insane operation.

"Listen carefully! This is not part of my original plan!"

"We're not going to provide flank support! Nor are we going to launch an attack!"

His voice carried a sense of madness, a "what's the use" attitude, a willingness to gamble everything.

"Everyone, form a defensive formation one hundred meters behind him, in company-wide units!"

"Our mission is not to fight!"

"To be an audience member!"

"To be a witness!"

"I'm going to see for myself today! This 'legend' that those old fogies at the top have been praising to the heavens and worshipping like a god, is he really a hero who can turn the tide..."

"He's a complete madman who thinks we're all fools!"

His voice reached everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable resolve.

"If he wins, we'll go up and clean up the battlefield!"

"If he loses..."

Marude Sai's voice lowered, turning into steely, cold last words.

"...Then let's use our lives to nail this line down! Don't give a damn about retreating an inch!"

"Did you all understand?!"

"--yes!!"

This time, he was met with hundreds of synchronized, tragically frenzied roars.

Chapter 134: The Execution Begins! Hundreds of Ghouls Slaughtered in Ten Minutes!

After issuing the order, Marude did not act immediately.

He turned sharply.

Reaching the Self-Defense Forces' defensive line, he snatched the encrypted cable from the communications soldier.

"This is CCG Special Class Investigator Marude Sai! Get your Supreme Commander on the phone! Immediately! Right now!"

The call was quickly connected, and a calm general's voice rang out: "Special Chief Marude, situation on the ground..."

“Listen, General.”

Marude interrupted him, her voice hoarse and cold, as if she were reading a will.

"I am about to lead all my men into the restricted area."

"But this does not mean the crisis is over."

"On the contrary, this is just the beginning of everything."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"I now, in my capacity as the highest-ranking CCG commander on the ground, make a request of you."

"It's also a...contingency plan."

Marude Sai raised his head and glanced at the approaching gates of hell. The last emotion in his eyes was completely drained, leaving only pure resolve.

"Lock up the launch authority for one 'Bunker Penetrator' here."

"what?!"

The general's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose, filled with disbelief.

"Special Inspector Marude, do you know what you're saying?! You and your men are still there!"

"I know."

Marude Sai's voice was eerily calm.

“We went in to witness. If a miracle doesn’t happen…”

"Or rather, what if what came out of that door wasn't an investigator, but a ghoul..."

He paused for a moment, then gave the final trigger command.

"Then launch it."

"Erase this place, along with us, completely off the map."

"You are the last resort, General."

Without waiting for a reply, Marude hung up the call.

He threw down the microphone, turned around, and took one last look at his subordinates whose faces were filled with determination.

He didn't say another word.

He simply took the first step silently.

next second.

Led by Marude Sai, hundreds of CCG investigators formed a large, silent team filled with a chilling atmosphere.